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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 16:15:37 GMT
Arlo wasn't sure where he was, just that he had a headache, something bright was on his eyes, and there was a heavy weight crushing onto his chest. He might have tried to go back to sleep, all things considered, but a harsh throb in the back of his head suggested otherwise. Blinking his eyes open and flinching away from the sunlight, he took a lazy look around the room. Little less than fancy, it was some kind of parlor, with sleeping people littered about. Some large curtains were open, lighting up the room. Arlo grunted, mumbled something that sound like get off, and pushed off the weight on his chest. Huh, he couldn't remember having someone fall asleep on him. He attempted to stand up, but as another throb hit his head, he sat back down on a loveseat. "...The hell am I?" He muttered, words heavy as he tried to speak. ARLO BÄCKER |
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Nov 18, 2013 16:35:05 GMT
THUD!
A groan pulled from his lips and he looked around, squinting as he rubbed his eyes. He was sleeping so soundly when all of the sudden his whole body hit the floor hard. "Wh-why'd you do that?" Arlo whined.
He sat up and squinted as he tried to gather himself, playing back the night before and rubbing his stomach. If anything, he felt more nauseated than headache-y.
"I need a seltzer water!" The blonde whined out, sounding like a little child who wasn't getting his way. He frowned, looking up at the person who was laying on the couch. "You pushed me off onto the floor."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 19:08:36 GMT
Someone was speaking to him, though it sounded too loud. He wished he could turn the world's volume down to zero. "Hey, you try having someone sleep on your windpipe." Only now was Arlo thankful that it hadn't turned out to be someone heavier.
"A seizer-whatter?" It sounded like german, though he wasn't sure. His language class was Spanish, anyways. "You're the one that was sleeping on me, dude."
It was too early for all this talking. Arlo wasn't even really awake yet. He attempted to stand up again, succeeded, and surveyed the room once more. "Got any idea where the painkillers are?" For all he knew, the guy could own the house. Wait, no, that couldn't be right—Arlo vaguely remembered that the house belonged to some rich college kid and her parents. |
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Nov 18, 2013 19:28:52 GMT
Wow, this guy was a hoot! But he couldn't really care less at that point. He rubbed his poor tummy, sickingly sour from all the spirits of the night before. Too many sugary drinks and they really weren't sitting on his stomach well at all, especially since the room felt like it was spinning just a little.
"Uuoogh," Arlo groaned as he picked himself up to his feet, holding his stomach with his arms and bending over just a little, unable to stand up straight. "I dunno... It's not my house, but... there are only so many places people keep medicine: the bathroom and the kitchen. You take the bathroom, I'll take the kitchen."
The blonde's leader instincts were kicking in and he made his way to the kitchen, waddling so as not to shake up his insides too much or else they'd be on the outside for sure.
First thing was first, however. He opened the fridge and searched for a mineral water, needing something carbonated STAT. He smiled when he found a bottle and opened it up, sipping on the contents slowly as he looked for medicine in the cabinets.
"FIND ANYTHING!?" He shouted to the other blonde, though he instantly regretted it. It seemed like he really did have some little trace of a headache after all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 19:43:07 GMT
Right. It's not like the owners would have kept the meds in the hallway closet or something. Arlo didn't mind being told what to do; honestly, he just wanted to get rid of his headache. ASAP.
He trudged around the house—found a missing shoe along the way—until he found the bathroom around a few corners. Well, a bathroom. In a house this fancy, there had to be more than one.
It took the teen a second before he found the cupboard, hidden behind the mirror. He rummaged around for a few seconds, pushing past the makeup and shaving utensils—taking special care to avoid touching the razors. His eyes rested upon a familiar label, and he reached for it—
The other man's voice rang down the hallway, loud and clear. Arlo jumped, hit his head on the side of the cupboard, and stumbled back. Some bottles fell out as Arlo nursed his head. Yeah, that was gonna bruise later. "Yeahhh..." It was more of a groan than a reply. |
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Nov 18, 2013 20:02:57 GMT
He blinked, hearing the sudden bang of something and he wondered what it was, though the groany response was a good idea.
Making a face, he waddled his way towards the reply and found the other blonde rubbing his head, pulling a pill bottle out of the sink. He must have dropped it in there when he hit his head.
"Wow, if you ever needed those, you really will need them now," Arlo replied with a laugh, a little weaker than it normally would have been any other time. He didn't mean it in an unfriendly way. He was just being honest. The coincidence made it amusing. He was just glad it wasn't himself hitting his head on things.
He held out his hand for a few of the pain killers, his mineral water still in the other hand, gripping the glass bottle tightly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2013 4:43:56 GMT
Arlo reached out to grab the bottle, spilling a few pills into his hand. He took one look at the tightly gripped mineral water before swallowed them dry, wincing as they dissolved halfway down. Maybe there was something stocked in the fridge that would drown out the bitter taste. He poured a few into the other man's hand, setting the bottle on the counter. He swallowed again, realizing that he didn't know the guy's name. "You got a name?" He asked, touching his bruise-to-be gently. Maybe he would get some clues as to what happened the night before if they got on a first-name basis. His head was still a murky swamp as to what had happened before he'd passed out. Normally he wasn't one for big parties, so he must've been dragged here by one of his friends. While drunk. And mildly confused, no doubt. ARLO BÄCKER |
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Nov 20, 2013 18:05:05 GMT
He would've offered his drink to the guy. They'd only just met, but there was a strange connection there. Arlo was sure of it! Or maybe it was just the fact that he watched too many soap operas...
"My name's Arlo," he answered after popping the pills into his mouth, chugging down his water so that they didn't get stuck in his throat, but he instantly regretted drinking it so fast. Now he felt bloated and burpy. Gross. "What's yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 3:23:23 GMT
"I'm—" He had to backtrack as his headache still throbbed on. If only the pills would work a bit faster. "Arlo. We have the same name." It came out sounding more like a question than a statement. To the teen's surprise, he had no feelings of jealousy. Though not so much for the lack of any new memories from the night before. "That's gonna be confusing." Arlo offered a small chuckle that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You wouldn't happen to have a nickname, would you?" Or possibly know how how I got here, what time it is, and who ownes this house? He thought, deciding it was better to leave his other thoughts unsaid. No use creeping the guy out. ARLO BÄCKER
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Dec 16, 2013 13:25:16 GMT
Arlo blinked in response, taken off guard by the boy's name being the exact, same name as his own and he snickered at the fellow Arlo's reaction. "You can call me 'R' if you want to. That's what other people call me when 'Arlo' seems to be too long for their liking."
At least now he would have a good reason for having a nickname like that and he smiled again at Arlo's chuckle.
After the introductions were given, R remembered how he'd woken up and found himself here in the first place. He took a sip from his water and tilted his head to the side afterwards, looking the fellow blonde over. "How'd I manage to fall asleep on top of you?" He asked, feeling more relaxed as he felt his stomach starting to settle down.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 19:42:56 GMT
”It’s not a very long name.” Though he had to give the guy credit for coming up with a nickname at all. Arlo himself hadn’t been able to over the years. It just seemed too short. The blonde shrugged. All things considered, it hadn’t been the worst place to pass out. Then again, having a whole person sleep on top of him still put some strain on him. ”I dunno, dude. I can’t remember anything from last night worth crap.” His head was running around in circles and finding no answers. It was frustrating. ”How’d you get here?” He diverted, waving his hand around to vaguely indicate the rest of the house. Somehow he felt embarrassed at not being able to recall much. He could be talking to a guy he’d done something obscene with and never know until it was too late. But if that was the case, he preferred never knowing. ARLO BÄCKER
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Dec 29, 2013 15:48:25 GMT
Arlo grinned at the other, unsure of whether or not he realized that his statement was a sarcastic one or not, but not wanting to seem rude and point out that he took it the wrong way. He kept his mouth shut and shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked around at his surroundings again. "I don't remember much of last night." Which was true.
He presumed there was a party he was invited to, got left behind by a few of his acquaintances, and there he was getting drunk off his rocker. "Everything I can think of are just assumptions, really. It's nice to meet you, though. Sorry I fell asleep on you. I admit, you were pretty comfortable," he teased towards the end with a bright and wide grin.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 22:21:32 GMT
Arlo snickered, then shook his head at the other man. "Nah, it's cool. Sorry I pushed you off." A few thumps came from downstairs, followed by both groggy and excited voices. Apparently, they weren't the only ones up anymore. Just as the medicine was starting to kick in, too. Arlo glanced out the window as movement caught his eye, and cursed when an expensive car pulled in the driveway, and a middle aged couple looking fairly angry at the exterior appearance of the house got out. "Uh, I think whoever owns this place is here." He said, inching to the door. "Think that's our cue to go."ARLO BÄCKERooc// end thread? idk
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Post by MESSENGER on Jan 1, 2014 8:11:48 GMT
[attr="class","temps"]GOOD JOB! KATZE and MARI each receive 2 nectar for completing a thread.
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